Li Bin glanced at the woman and the two sales managers, too lazy to deal with these snobbish pricks. He stepped out of the car and called to the group of salespeople at the entrance, "Uh～～hey～～yeah, is Zhang Xiaoya here? Come over."
Hearing Li Bin's call, Zhang Xiaoya, who'd been idly scanning for her fantasy big-shot client, froze, turning to look at him with a puzzled frown.
From Li Bin's plain look and casual outfit, Zhang Xiaoya couldn't for the life of her recall knowing someone like him.
Yue Yang's face soured when Li Bin called for Zhang Xiaoya.
By protocol, Li Bin was his client to handle. Now this guy wasn't sticking to the A-Class section and was trying to switch sales reps—what the fuck was that about? Can't afford a car but stirring shit and acting big?
Seeing Zhang Xiaoya approach, confused, Yue Yang waved her off with a veteran's air. "Don't worry about it, he's my client."
"Mr. Li, any requests, just tell me. Xiaoya's still green, knows nothing. How about this—I'll show you our new A200L. I can get you the best discount, plus we've got zero-interest loans～～" Yue Yang turned to Li Bin with a fake smile.
"What? I gotta buy from you? I want to deal with her! And I'm buying an E300L today. What, you won't sell it to me?" Li Bin snapped, pissed off.
Fuck's sake, I've got money now, and I'm getting attitude for buying a car? A shitty salesman acting all high and mighty?
"Pfft!～～" The woman who'd squeezed past Li Bin into the driver's seat sneered, loudly telling the man beside her, "Darling, look, he's aiming for an E-Class. Probably gotta beg and borrow to finance it. Guess the E300L Fashion's charm is universal! You're such a big boss, and you won't buy it for me?"
"Hmph, plenty of posers out there, used to being looked down on, buying a fancy car to feel something. Doesn't even check his own wallet. An E-Class for someone like him? That car's not practical. Come, let's look at the C200L," the middle-aged man scoffed, clearly basking in his superiority over Li Bin.
What the fuck, seriously?
Li Bin cursed inwardly, wondering if he just had a knack for attracting hate. Getting mocked left and right just for buying a car.
Glancing at his outfit, he figured he needed a style upgrade—his look was kinda loser-ish.
"Mr. Li, it's not that we won't sell to you, I'm just looking out for you. Buying a car means staying in your budget. Chasing high-end blindly, you'll regret it later. I'm being responsible here," Yue Yang said with a cold smirk, lecturing Li Bin dismissively. "That Blancpain on your wrist, same as mine, right? Nice fake. If I didn't have the real one, I might've thought yours was legit. You can wear a fake watch, but we don't sell fake cars. Why not go for an A200L? That's a real Mercedes, isn't it?"
Yue Yang's words dripped with sarcasm, crossing the line big time!
"Pfft!～～～" The woman nearby stifled a laugh, sneering to the man, "Oh, I thought his watch was decent, the one thing with some taste. Turns out～～it's a fake. I learned today what a poser really is～～"
"Brother Yue, how can you say that? Isn't that too much?" Zhang Xiaoya, standing clueless, couldn't take it anymore, nudging Yue Yang and whispering a warning.
"You don't get it! This is how you handle these types—rattle them! Watch me close an A200L deal today! Xiaoya, you've got a lot to learn. Just observe!" Yue Yang, acting like a seasoned pro, chuckled softly to her, lecturing.
Seeing their mocking sneers, Li Bin's brows furrowed.
He'd come to buy a car, quick and easy, to get home and spend time with his mother-in-law Shen Han, then surprise her tonight. He hadn't expected this bullshit.
He didn't want trouble—having money now, flaunting it or not meant nothing to him. But these assholes kept shoving their faces in for a slap, and Li Bin was pissed!
Fine!
If you're begging for a beatdown, I'll slap you so hard it'll sting!